Chapter 410: Chapter 409 Guilt
After killing Duanmu Yun, Yang Fei didn’t even spare a second glance, and turned towards Yang Hao, who was still in shock.
Yang Hao looked at his cousin, who he had grown up with, only to feel a sense of unfamiliarity.
Although he had always known that his cousin was incredibly skilled in martial arts, the scene he witnessed today was beyond his understanding of martial arts; it seemed almost mystical.
Yang Fei took Yang Hao’s wrist and checked his pulse, slightly furrowing his brow.
Yang Hao had first been kicked flying by Duanmu Yun. Although Duanmu Yun had not struck with lethal intent, a casual kick from an Innate Realm expert was not something an ordinary person could withstand, thus Yang Hao had sustained severe internal injuries.
If it hadn’t been for his youth and reasonably good resilience, he would likely have already passed out.
Immediately, Yang Fei transferred his powerful True Yuan into Yang Hao’s body to help him manage his internal injuries. After a full hour, Yang Fei used Qi Control Needle to stimulate the Revitalizing Needle Technique to treat Yang Hao.
This only took about fifteen minutes, and while Yang Hao’s internal injuries could not be fully healed, they were brought under control. His overall condition improved significantly, requiring only some time to fully recover.
"Brother, Dad... Dad is dead, how can I explain this to Mom?" Yang Hao, reminded of his father’s tragic death, still couldn’t accept the cruel reality. Thinking about how his mother would react upon hearing the news, he felt at a loss.
After all, he was just a twenty-one-year-old young man. Though he had gotten engaged to Huang Qiaoqiao and planned to marry next year, he was still, in reality, just a young lad, not yet ready to handle such grave matters.
Yang Fei also felt a heaviness in his heart, his nose tingling with emotion.
His aunt and his uncle had a loving relationship, and now she was just over forty, a middle-aged widow. Being a simple rural woman, how could she handle the news of her husband’s death without breaking down?
But the man was dead, beyond help, and they must arrange the afterlife services.
Thinking this, Yang Fei patted Yang Hao’s shoulder and said solemnly, "It’s my fault that your uncle died, implicating you all. I will make those responsible pay dearly for my uncle’s death. But now that this has happened, we, as brothers, must stand tall and first arrange the funeral for your uncle."
The deceased is paramount, peace found in the soil.
Yang Hao knew this too. Hearing Yang Fei speak like this, he too gradually calmed down, finding something to rely on and nodded, "Yeah, let’s go retrieve my dad’s body first."
Thinking of his father’s body torn into pieces, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes redden again.
Before descending the mountain, Yang Fei made a call to Mo Dexiang.
The other party took Yang Fei’s call very seriously, and upon learning that Yang Fei’s uncle had been murdered in Huangyang County, he trembled with fear, repeatedly saying things like he was sorry for not being vigilant enough, fearing that Yang Fei would blame him.
But Yang Fei didn’t blame anyone. With even Wang Lei unable to fully protect his uncle, what could the Mo Family do?
He instructed Mo Dexiang to handle his uncle’s corpse, as previously discussed with Yang Hao, to cremate it and bring the ashes back to the village. This way, his aunt wouldn’t see the gruesome state of her husband’s death, which might make it a bit easier for her to accept.
"Mr. Yang, rest assured, I will arrange everything properly. Where are you now? Do you need me to arrange transportation to pick you up?" Mo Deqiang asked respectfully.
Yang Fei gave the location in Five Thunder Mountain.
With someone like Mo Deqiang involved, his uncle’s affairs after death could be neatly managed, which saved them a lot of trouble.
After hanging up, Yang Fei then called Qin Yanyang’s number.
It took three calls before Qin Yanyang answered.
She seemed busy on the other end of the line, saying, "Don’t worry about me here, but with such a big incident happening, it’s going to be busy. How is it on your side? Is your uncle really murdered?"
Yang Fei briefed her on the situation.
Qin Yanyang said in a sad tone, "Your uncle died because of me, I know you’re very upset, but you must listen to me, do not act rashly. I’ll come to you after I’m done here, and I’ll make sure you have a satisfactory explanation."
Yang Fei was touched by her concern, but he had his own principles. Knowing that Qin Yanyang was busy but not in danger, he reassured himself, "You focus on your matters; don’t worry about my uncle’s situation here. Let’s leave it at that for now, goodbye."
"Okay, remember my words, don’t be impulsive, I’m here for you," Qin Yanyang warned.
Yang Fei acknowledged her and hung up the phone.
Down the mountain, a gleaming black Mercedes van was parked at the foot of the mountain.
Mo Deqiang was waiting there personally, his expression solemn.
Yang Hao, accustomed to seeing Mo Deqiang in Huangyang County, even Mo Deqiang, in his efforts to inch closer to the Yang Family, had repeatedly invited father and son to dinner, introducing them to many construction site bosses in Huangyang County, helping the Yang father and son expand their connections, and their construction team grew bigger and busier.
At that moment, seeing Mo Deqiang personally driving to pick him up, Yang Hao knew that all this was because of his older cousin and couldn’t help feeling touched.
He had once longed for such a life, yearning to earn other people’s respect after finding success one day.
But now, he felt somewhat numb.
Although he received Mo Deqiang’s care in Huangyang County and his days were getting better, all of this came at a price.
"Mr. Yang, Uncle’s body couldn’t be stitched up, so according to your instructions, we had the crematorium cremate him. We can pick up the ashes now. Also, I’ve contacted the people needed for Yang Changjin’s funeral arrangements. As soon as the ashes are returned, we can call them to proceed," Mo Deqiang said immediately upon seeing Yang Fei and Yang Hao.
Yang Fei was very satisfied with his consideration and gratefully said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo. I owe you a favor."
Mo Deqiang was thrilled, having cared for the Yang father and son for so long without receiving a word of thanks from Yang Fei. He hadn’t expected that Yang Changjin’s death would earn him a favor from Yang Fei.
However, he kept a composed facade and instead showed a sorrowful expression, saying, "Death is irreversible, Brother Yang Hao, take care."
Yang Hao nodded blankly, "Thank you, Boss Mo, for your help."
Mo Deqiang patted Yang Hao’s shoulder and said, "Let’s go, get in the car first."
The group got into the car, and the driver Mo Deqiang had brought drove toward the crematorium.
After collecting Yang Changjin’s urn, Yang Hao held it in front of him, tears suddenly falling, he choked out, "Dad, your son is bringing you home."
Yang Fei also suddenly burst into tears.
At the same time, his hatred and desire for revenge grew stronger.
Why target me, why senselessly kill the innocent, why?
...
Two days later, at the graveyard on the hill behind Yang Family Village, a new grave was added next to the grave of Yang Fei’s father.
The Yang family, thriving in the village due to Yang Fei’s return, and with Yang Changjin and his spouse holding a good reputation in the village, had Yang Changjin’s funeral conducted busily and boisterously, with neighbors lending a hand, and the village women continuously consoling Aunt Li Guiju and Yang Wen.
Relatives and friends had gradually left, but Li Guiju and her son and daughter still knelt before the grave, weeping bitterly once more.
After cooling down for two days, Yang Hao had become much steadier. He gave Huang Qiaoqiao a look, hinting for her to support his sister Yang Wen, while he went to pull up Li Guiju, saying, "Mom, stop crying, let dad rest in peace."
Seeing Aunt still not rising, Yang Fei suddenly knelt down, heavily kowtowed three times, and said, "Aunt, it’s all my fault. I led to Uncle’s tragic death. I will definitely avenge this, and won’t let Uncle rest uneasily."
Seeing her elder brother continually kowtowing, Yang Wen’s mouth twitched, but she remained silent.
She too found it hard to accept their father’s death, especially after learning the cause, she had some resentment towards Yang Fei in the depths of her heart.
Though her elder brother’s return had brought significant changes to their family, her father had died because of it.
Even their lives might be threatened in the future.
But to blame Yang Fei, she couldn’t do it.
He was their relative, always good to the family, tirelessly caring for them. Could he be faulted?
However, seeing Yang Fei continually kowtowing and apologizing, Li Guiju quickly pulled him up, choked up and said, "Get up, get up. How could this be your fault? It’s those damn killers who should die. Yang Hao told me you have avenged Uncle already, you... don’t despair anymore, and don’t do anything foolish. Uncle was most worried about you, he can’t die still worried for you."
Yang Fei didn’t expect his aunt to be so understanding, and his guilt deepened.
He verbally agreed, but inside, he couldn’t forgive himself more and more.
Off in the distance, Wang Lei, who had not participated in the funeral process, suddenly glanced at Yang Fei.
Even from dozens of meters away, he could still sense the intense killing intent emanating from Yang Fei.
"Sigh!"
Wang Lei sighed, his brow revealing a trace of concern.
He knew this matter was far from over, yet he didn’t know how to start advising Yang Fei.